Category Archives: John Tansey

For My Oma – John Tansey 

If the foreknowledge of our own impending death is not enough to put proper perspective  upon things,  then to clear the stern leer of our hatred,  to forgive the unforgivable to cut through the flippant diversions of possesions and find … Continue reading

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Faithless &  Godless – John Tansey 

Hopelessness is insidiousuntil,  suddenly, like a revolution Man admits to a Godlessness and the ensuing schism divides his being;  There is a rumbling at the border of your life,  making midnight raids at the countryside. The first casualties are the … Continue reading

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Exiled – John Tansey 

Exiled… from my tribe;  Outcast, ostracized For defying the elders. My spear, broken,  Sling and skin gourd, taken. Banished… Pelted with stones  By those pockmarked with sin Beaten beyond the mountains I have known Down into the hinterlands,  And the … Continue reading

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Evening Comes Like a Delusion – John Tansey 

Evening comes like a delusion With dimly lit lamps of amber,  And just enough shadow, For  Any ghosts you want to step out of. The day is over, right or wrong. Nothing more is to be asked of you. But … Continue reading

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Empty Nest – John Tansey

With the boy’s room, draped in white sheets This whole year, like a cocoon, preserved, in amber,  She closes another album: The fossil record of their marriage,  Steeped, in the earthen layers of clay. Then, turning to face him, two … Continue reading

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Depression- John Tansey 

Once we lay, limblocked in love,  woke to reckless sex  and sweet dreams, brash young  hearts that joked age would lose this  race we double-dared it to. Now you slink from bed. All future gone from your eyes,  as you flash … Continue reading

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Delusions of Evening – John Tansey

Evening comes. My self-delusion stirs the synapses with a steaming cup of coffee. A dimly lit oil lamp shrouded with Saffron scarf casts the room in an amber hue with subtle shapes in the shadows while words as gold ingots … Continue reading

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